Last Tuesday I packed up and headed down to see my mom. The weather was sketchy in places,
but the good Lord got me there safely. Its over 500 miles one way and takes up much of the day, but I like to take the back roads and soak up the changing scenery. I often listen to a book and "Morning's on Horseback", a biography about Theodore Roosevelt, accompanied me along the way.
I was away for 8 days and I don't think the sun ever peeked out. It was wet and drizzly, but never amounted to much of anything. No worries. I was huddled in the office shuffling accounting and corporation and personal taxes for much of that time.
We had a good visit and I extended my stay just a bit so that we could visit about more than taxes. My mom has a bad leg, but it doesn't slow her down much. In fact, she wears me out, but there were odds and ends that I was happy to tend to for her like cleaning out her green house:
The only shopping I did was at the little fabric shop in Brady. I was in search of a backing for a Christmas quilt and suffice it to say I did not leave empty handed. I feel obligated to post about it, but you may think I've lost my mind...if you don't already.
Our girl came home on Wednesday evening, after her last class for the week and spent some quality time with her Daddy. She makes a hand whether it be in the kitchen or in the pasture and the two of them met up with some friends on Saturday night for a round of UFC fights.
She and I both breath easier when we're at the end of the dirt road: